Kate thinks about that, head cocked a little like she's listening to something. Maybe she is. Listening to the weight of footsteps she knows well, trying to think if she'd make those judgments. Maybe. She definitely does off of watching people walk.

"Not bad." She smiles, tapping the side of her glass with her fingertips. "I can hold my own." Another pause, another playback, another shift of the conversation, "I'm very flexible." It's unsubtle, but there's no push in it. She'd hit that in a heartbeat but she's not desperate, just playing. "What else you got for me?" she teases, lighting it again.